Love looks like a garden full of colorful flowers.
It sounds like the joyful laughter of children.
Love is lovely.
The Panic Under The Cambodian Waterfall
“Watch out’’ my dad yelled with a great expression.I slip into the water.Under the waterfall was scary.I was bursting to get out I couldn't see what was around me.
I tried swim, but butterflies were flying around my stomach .But then i remembered that Angelo told everybody that if you're ever trap under the water you must do a shape like a bubble, then you popped up.So that what I did!
I popped up! I saw my mum, dad and family I was relieved taking a deep breath.
Panic took it away.
By: Crystal Noun
Observational Poem
I see plants dancing in the wind.
I grass swaying side to side to say hello.
flax bowing to the audience.
seagulls gliding in the air like airplanes
children who are working in silence .
I hear birds singing like superstars
leaves crackling together
the wind whistling to my ear
people stomping on the gravel
I hear a cricket trying to disturb us. By Crystal Noun B2
love
love is pink
It tastes like a strawberry milk shake.
Love smells like crispy chips.
Love looks like a garden full of colorful flowers.
It sounds like the joyful laughter of children.
Love is lovely.
The Panic Under The Cambodian Waterfall“Watch out’’ my dad yelled with a great expression.I slip into the water.Under the waterfall was scary.I was bursting to get out I couldn't see what was around me.
I tried swim, but butterflies were flying around my stomach .But then i remembered that Angelo told everybody that if you're ever trap under the water you must do a shape like a bubble, then you popped up.So that what I did!
I popped up! I saw my mum, dad and family I was relieved taking a deep breath.
Panic took it away.
By: Crystal Noun
Observational Poem
I see plants dancing in the wind.
I grass swaying side to side to say hello.
flax bowing to the audience.
seagulls gliding in the air like airplanes
children who are working in silence .
I hear birds singing like superstars
leaves crackling together
the wind whistling to my ear
people stomping on the gravel
I hear a cricket trying to disturb us.
By Crystal Noun B2